HEART TALKS REV. B. CARRADINE, D. D. •/. < REV. B. CARRADINE, D. D. HEART TALKS BY REV. B. CARRADINE, D. D. M AUTHOR OF Sanctification — A Journey to Palestine — The Second Blessing in Symbol— The Lottery Exposed — The Bottle — Church Entertainments — The Better Way— The Old Man— Pastoral Sketches— The Sanctified Life— And Revival Sermons. M. W. KNAPP, PUBLISHER OF GOSPEL LITERATURE. REVIVALIST OFFICE, CINCINNATI, OHIO. Copyrighted 1899 by M. W. KNAPP. CONTENTS. PAGE. L MY CONVERSION, 3 II. CAW, TO THE MINISTRY, 12 III. MY SANCTIFICATION, 25 IV. CALL TO THE EVANGELISTIC WORK, 37 V. REVIVALS, 47 VI. ALTAR WORK, 56 vn. THE SECRET OP THE LORD, 69 VIII. WITHOUT REPUTATION, 77 IX. THE COMFORT IN TEMPTATION, 88 X. THE FOUR LOOKS TOWARD SODOM, 98 XI. THE STRENGTH OF SAMSON, . 106 XII. THE DEFEAT AT Ai, 117 XIII. THE SIFTER AND FAN, 126 XIV. THE BATTLE is NOT YOURS, 134 XV. THE TEST OF SUCCESS AND FAILURE, 143 XVI. THE TEST OF WANT AND RELIEF, 152 XVII. THE WITHERED HAND, 163 ^ XVIII. THE SMITTEN MOUTH, 173 / XIX. THE SILENCE OF CHRIST, 181 XX. WAITING ON THE LORD, 190 XXI. THE CLEANSING BLOOD, 198 XXII. DWELLING AMONG LIONS, 207 XXIII. THE BLESSINGS OF TIME, 215 XXIV. THE FALL OF BALAAM, 225 XXV. THE MAN NEAREST TO GOD, 235 XXVI. WHY WEEPEST THOU ? 243 XXVII. HOLY JOY, 252 XXVHI. LOOKING UNTO JESUS, 263 Heart Talks. MY CONVERSION. THE first deep religious impression I can recall occurred in my boyhood. A protracted-meeting was being conducted in the town where I was raised. Several preachers were in attendance, and I, a lad of eight or ten years, was present a few times. At the close of the services, and on the departure of the ministers, I remember to have gone into a room alone, and, casting myself oh the bed, wept a considerable while. At that time I felt a great softness of heart, and realized a decided drawing to, and preference for, the Christian life; but in the course of a few weeks it all passed away. At the age of nineteen or twenty, on returning from college, I joined a fashionable Church of an- other denomination from that in which I had been raised. This step was brought about mainly through certain social influences, and in connecting myself with that branch of Christ's Church there was no 3 4 HEART TALKS. change of heart, nor indeed any proper spiritual im- pression. At the age of twenty-six, with a young wife and two children, God found me. For years I had not been to church, avoided preachers, laughed at re- ligion, and was on the broad road to ruin. I regarded not the Sabbath, was a great smoker of tobacco, had got to imbibing wine occasionally, and was very pro- fane. My temper at this time had become ungovern- able, and the devil undoubtedly had me. In the place where the Savior found me there were no churches and no Christians. Instead of this, there was any amount of card-playing, horse-racing, and whisky-drinking. I did not take up with these last three things, but, nevertheless, spiritually I was in a lost condition. The way my conversion took place has been an unceasing wonder to me, as well as source of endless gratitude. Let the reader remember that there were no churches in miles of me, and no preachers or Chris- tians around. The business of the store in which I was employed as clerk and bookkeeper fell off greatly during the summer of 1874. I used to walk up and down the lonely building and meditate. Christ had got me at last to a place where I was quiet, and could think. MY CONVERSION. 5 The thought which repeatedly arose to my mind, and with ever-increasing bitterness and sorrow, was that I was a failure; that at twenty-six years of age I had done nothing and was nothing. I can see now that the Spirit was very busy with me; I could not recognize his work so readily then, but it is all clear now. He had no one to use in that part of the country to teach me, and so worked di- rectly upon my mind and heart. Repeatedly, when alone in the store, I have buried my face in the piles of goods on the counter, and wept the saddest of tears. Then there would come longings to redeem my life, and be a true man. But I was profoundly ignorant as to what steps to take. At this juncture I wrote two or three lines to my mother, saying, "I am determined to be a better man, and when I am a better man, I am going to pray." The reply of my mother was all the help of a hu- man character I obtained in my conversion. She wrote a hasty and brief answer, in these words : "Mv DEAR SON, — I am delighted to hear of your good resolutions. But you have made a great mis- take. Do n't wait to be a better man before you pray, but pray, and you will be a better man. "Affectionately, YOUR MOTHER." This note brought a perfect flood of light to my mind. I saw I had been putting the cart before the 6 HEART TALKS. horse. Like the lightning illumines the whole land- scape with a sudden flash, so God used the simple words of my mother to clear up the uncertainty and darkness, and I saw in an instant, and that most viv- idly, what I had to do. I must pray, and keep at it until something happened. That Thursday night I knelt down to pray at my bedside for the first time since my boyhood. My young wife looked perfectly astounded at the act. I do not believe that if a wild animal had leaped through the window into the room, she could have been more amazed than she was at the spectacle of her kneeling husband; but I always possessed a goodly amount of will-power and what is commonly called backbone, and so prayed on. Still I did not believe God would have mercy on such a sinner as myself; and so He did not, for without faith it is impossible to please Him. Friday night I was on my knees again before retiring; but it seemed to me that God was far away in heaven, and I was down here on earth, and I did not see how He could save me. And so He did not, for here was unbelief again. On Saturday night I went again through the mel- ancholy and apparently fruitless struggle. I arose with neither light nor comfort, but full of determina- tion to press on and pray on until something hap- pened. MY CONVERSION. ^ On Sunday the store was closed, and I had the entire Sabbath at home. After breakfast I walked out in a grove near the house, and there, hidden from view, knelt down amid the trees, and with longing eyes looked up through an open space into the blue heaven. I told God that I gave Him myself and all I had, that I wanted salvation and rest, and please to take me. I pleaded with Him in this way for quite a while, and discontinued I know not why. I walked thoughtfully back to the house, and took my seat by tr^e side of a center-table in the room. I picked up the Bible to read, and had scarcely read a line when suddenly I was converted. Such a peace and rest flooded my soul as I had never felt before in my life, and it was so new, so sweet, so strangely blissful, so melting, that I burst into tears, and cried out to my wife on the opposite side of the table, "O Laura, I am not going to hell after all !" I went across the room, and poured water into the basin to bathe my tear-stained face. But I found that a fountain was flowing which I could not stop; and a blessed, beautiful love and peace was in me that water could not wash away. In a few hours the ecstasy was gone; but I was a changed man. Moreover, everybody saw it, at home and abroad. In going from my house to the store, two miles 8 HEART TALKS. away, I would pray three times before I got there. I had the places picked out, one in a deep wooded valley, one in a willow thicket in the middle of the field, and one on the top of a hill, protected from view by a clump of trees. I was very ignorant in regard to spiritual things; but I kept on praying, read much in a Bible which I carried in my pocket; began family prayer, although it came near choking me to pray before my wife and neighbors who dropped in; and, in addition, talked to everybody who would listen to me about this new strange, wonderful life which had come to me. Two men drove up to the store one day, and after the exchange of salutations, pulled out a flask of whisky and asked me if I would take a drink with them. I replied: "No, I thank you. Now, as you have offered something to me, let me read something to you out of this Book." I began drawing my little Bible out of my pocket ; but the instant they saw what it was, they gave their horse a sharp cut with the whip, and without a word of farewell dashed down the road. To this day I can recall their astonished look, discomfited faces, and rapid retreat. Yet with this completely changed life, I could not understand many things about my own experience. I could not see why that delightful joy which CONVERSION. Q filled me that Sabbath morning had left me. I knew it was from God; but why should it depart? It did not abide, although it left me a changed man. The constant query of my mind was relative to that new sweet emotion that swept over me. Was it salva- tion, or God simply encouraging and drawing me on to salvation yet to come? Let the reader remember I had no one to look to or advise with. One day there came an unutterable longing to experience again the same sweet spiritual sensation which had flooded me for the first time a few days before. In my rummaging over the library for re- ligious books I had found an old work, wherein I read of a devout woman who was so humble that she al- ways prayed to God on her face. It made a deep im- pression on me. I was standing on the gallery of the store thinking about it with that hungry heart of mine. Looking up and down the long road, I saw no one in sight, whereupon I stretched myself upon the ground, put my face down in the grass, and asked God to please grant me the same blessed joy He had given me in my house that Sabbath morning, that I might know I was His. Instantly I was filled with holy joy, the identical first experience. I arose from the ground all smiles, and with happy tears flowing down my face. But in a few hours it was all gone again. 10 HEART TALKS. So passed ten days or two weeks away, when I became hungry for spiritual instruction. There was so much I did not understand, and craved to know. I determined to go to a Methodist preacher, and lay the whole case before him. So, saddling my horse, I rode twelve miles to Yazoo City, and called on the Rev. R. D. Norsworthy. There were other preachers in the town; but it is significant that I felt drawn to go to a minister of the Church of my mother, and in which I had been brought up. .This Methodist pastor said afterwards, that as he saw me walking towards his gate he felt, as he looked at my face, that he had business on his hands. Tell- ing him that I desired to speak with him on spiritual matters, he dismissed all from the room, asked me to be seated, and to tell him what was on my mind. Something of my ignorance of religious phrases and terms can be seen in one of the first utterances that fell from my lips. The preacher must have been amused, if not amazed. I said in a broken voice: "Mr. Norsworthy, I am an awakened man; but I do not think I am convicted yet;" and promptly bury- ing my face in my hands, burst into a flood of tears. From this occurrence it can be seen that the heart and head do not always run equally together in the race for heaven. It is possible to be all right in soul, and not understand theology. The spiritual part of MY CONVERSION. II a divine blessing can come on the lightning express, while the intellectual part may arrive some hours or days later on the freight. The preacher saw at once that I was a converted man; but determined that God should tell me, and in His own way and time. He, however, quoted a num- ber of Bible passages to me, which brought floods of light then and afterwards. So, on returning home, when this beautiful joy swept again into my heart, I knew it was the Spirit's witness to my salvation and sonship. I pored over the Bible, devoured every good book I could find, prayed on my knees six or seven times a day, talked religion to everybody, stirred up the whole country, saw my wife and sister both converted in less than a month, and became blessedly established in a few weeks. IL CALL TO THE MINISTRY. SOON after my conversion, I felt drawn to join the Methodist Church. Hiring a buggy, I drove into Yazoo City one Saturday with my wife and two children. The little ones were brought in to be bap- tized. We all came to the altar together, the whole family being given to God at the same hour. On returning to my pew, I was melted with holy love, and wept convulsively with my head bowed on the bench before me. An old, grayheaded member of the Church, Brother Hunter by name, came over to me, and, giving me his hand, wept also as he tried to speak. It was while sitting in this pew I felt the first call to preach. As my eyes fell on the preacher who had taken me into the Church, and who was now speak- ing in the pulpit, a voice whispered within me, "That is your place." I was astonished, and yet thrilled. In another moment this verse was deeply impressed upon me, and I was less familiar with it than many other pas- sages: "How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publish- 13 CALL TO THE MINISTRY. 13 eth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth !" As these words lingered like a strain of melody in my heart, I found a great desire springing up to do as the verse said. It seemed, however, as I thought upon the matter, among the impossibilities, and so I dismissed the thought, and remembered the impres- sion no more for days. After this my pastor paid me a short visit, and while walking with him along the road, he suddenly turned, and said, "My brother, you ought to preach." Again I was both pleased and yet disturbed. Then followed several weeks of a most remarkable struggle in regard to the matter. An impression was on me that I must preach, accompanied with delight- ful divine touches upon the soul; but as I reasoned against and resisted it, a profound gloom would come upon me for hours. While in this state of mind I spoke one day to a friend and relative, who was an unconverted man, telling him of the impression upon me, but that I felt so unworthy that it seemed to me if I should enter the pulpit some one ought to kick me out. His reply was, "If you feeel this way, you evidently ought not to preach." His answer brought no relief, but cast me down 14 HEART TALKS. more than ever. It was some time afterward before I got the light to see that he, being an unregenerated man, was in no condition to give advice in spiritual matters. I also got to see that a sense of unworthi- ness is a good and proper feeling for one to have who enters upon the sacred vocation of the ministry. I saw that while I had expressed myself unfortunately in confessing to my sense of unworthiness, yet back of the faulty words was a right spirit and state of heart with which God was well pleased. There were two approaches to the house where I lived, — one which skirted a field and went over a hill to the high road, and another much shorter, which passed through a narrow, dark valley of several hun- dred yards in extent. This valley was so filled with forest trees, growing up its steep sides and bending over at the summit, that even in the daytime the place was shadowy and gloomy-looking; but at night the darkness was intense, and on starlit nights it was ex- ceedingly difficult to see the path which wound about through the trees, crossing and recrossing the little branch of water that tinkled down the center. One night I entered this place, trying to persuade myself that it was impossible for me to preach, that I did not have the ability, the eloquence, and many other things that I thought to be necessary. I found that as I thus mentally argued against my entering CALL TO THE MINISTRY. 15 upon such a calling and life, that I was becoming more and more darkened in mind and wretched in soul. About the time I reached the darkest portion of the woods, I felt that the valley was not as black as my spirit in its conscious lack of all spiritual light and comfort. I was in such misery, and there came upon me such a horror of darkness, that I fell upon the ground, and rolled upon the leaves in the most acute and overwhelming distress. Suddenly, I know not why, I looked up, and cried out, "Lord, I will preach," when instantly the glory of God filled me, the dark valley fairly flashed and glittered, and laughing, crying, and shouting, I leaped along the path, jumped the branch, ran up the hill- side, on the top of which was my home, and fairly quivering with joy, and with my face all aglow with the happiness in me, I stood before my wife in the sitting-room, crying out, "I will preach." This joy remained in me for several days, when I began looking again at my unfitness. I remembered I had never been trained to speak in public, had not gone to a theological college, was far from sure that I could preach a sermon, etc. Whereupon all the old gloom came back upon me. I struggled along with the depression the best I could while I attended to the work at the store. One day I was out on a collecting tour, and had ridden 16 HEART TALKS. from house to house, and plantation to plantation, with my bills and accounts, and was that wretched I could scarcely speak to the people I was calling upon. Happening to pass in the neighborhood of my home in the afternoon, my wife, seeing my fatigue and mel- ancholy, insisted on my stopping while she had me a lunch prepared. I sat down at the table mechanic- ally, and did not even notice what was placed before me. I fear I did not hear her when she spoke to me. I was in a gloom that God himself was putting on me to bring me to my senses. I can not tell why I did so, but without any mental process leading up to the speech, without having anticipated saying it a minute beforehand, and just as if it was hurled out of me by some internal force, I struck the table with my clenched hand, and cried, "I will preach the gospel!" Instantly the glory of God rilled me, so that I laughed, wept, and rejoiced uncontrollably for fully a half hour. Will the reader be out of patience with me, when I state that, in spite of all this evident will of God in my case, I allowed Satan in the next hour to direct my mind to the fact that I was no speaker, never had been one, and that the twenty-sixth year of one's life was a very late hour to get ready for such an important work. The consequence was, another spell of gloom followed. For in less than a minute after I CALL TO THE MINISTRY. \? allowed the doubt to enter, God's Spirit withdrew, and left me in the old-time horrible gloom. It gives me pleasure to state that the next battle I fought proved a victory, and one that was glorious, complete, and permanent. Several days after the occurrence just related, I was sitting one night in company with my wife in our room. She was sewing by lamplight on one side of the center-table, while I was on the other side unable to read, talk, and scarcely think, because of the bur- den on the heart and conflict in the mind. Forgetful of her presence and everything else in my misery, suddenly as had happened twice before, without any studied purpose of saying such words, here they came again, "God helping me, I will preach the gospel," when such a flash of light, such a tender, melting, thrilling joy entered my soul, that I leaped to my feet, and stood all trembling and transfigured before my wife. To this day I recall her words: "Beverly, how can you doubt God's will in this matter any longer after what he has just done for you?" Thank God! I never did any more. From that hour to this, there has never been a question in my mind but that God, in his infinite condescension, called me to preach the gospel of his blessed Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. A few weeks after this, I was recommended by the 1 8 HEART TALKS. Church Conference of Yazoo City, Rev. R. D. Nors- worthy pastor, to the Quarterly Conference for li- cense to preach. The last named body licensed and recommended me to the Mississippi Annual Confer- ence. A single vote was cast against me ; it was that of the old man who had wept over me when I joined the Church. He doubtless could not see how so much could be done for a young man in so brief a period: converted July I2th, and here in October li- censed to preach and recommended to the Annual Conference. It all looked like undue haste and gen- eral prematureness to him. He did not know that sometimes people can live a year in one day, and that God can marvellously carry on His work in a surren- dered soul and life. I was outside of the church while they were bal- loting on my name, having been requested to with- draw. I can see the old brick building now, the place where I had gone to Sunday-school as a child, and attended Church with my mother, brother, and sis- ters. My mind was not on what the Quarterly Con- ference was doing inside. I was in the shadow of an old tree which grew near the pavement, and was look- ing up at the distant stars, filled with thoughts of Christ, and feeling what an honor and responsibility was laid on me in preaching the gospel. Some one came to the church door and called me. CALL TO THE MINISTRY. 19 I went in, and was told by the presiding elder, the Rev. H. H. Montgomery, that I had been licensed to preach, and recommended for the traveling connec- tion in the Mississippi Annual Conference, the next session of which was to be held in December, 1874, in the town of Hazelhurst. That night, when assigned to a room in the hos- pitable home of the Methodist pastor, I could not sleep; but lay thinking and praying on the bed. It seemed so strange to be a preacher. Then I felt so keenly my littleness and helplessness that I was quite cast down. Suddenly I had such a view of Christ presenting me to his Father, protecting and covering me by his love, grace, and power, that I was filled with one of the sweetest blessings I had ever experienced. Having a long ride before me the next day, I arose before daylight without disturbing the family, saddled my horse, and left Yazoo City asleep behind me, while the firmament was twinkling above my head, and the morning star hung, a great orb of beauty, in the east, the beautiful forerunner of the unrisen sun. I was five miles from town when the day began to break. The cotton and corn fields had little spots and banks of silver haze upon them. A sweetness and freshness was in the air of the early dawn that was like an elixir to brain and heart. The hills were 20 HEART TALKS. standing up in the indistinct light, solemn and gray, like great altars. A slight mist on their heads looked like rising incense. Nature seemed to be sacrificing to God. I was drinking it all into my already over- flowing soul, when fully a quarter of a mile away, on one of the hills, I heard a negro man singing. His voice was rich, deep, and solemn. The hymn was a plaintive old melody. The words and music God brought to me through the misty, tremulous, beauti- ful morning air were : Solemnly. $= F "A-wake, my soul, stretch ev - ery nerve, And £ y i i .HI d. h^ * * \ - ^=^ — |3S ** -J — E ^ T* •*• &f • press with vig - or on ; A heav'n - ly race de - /^N cv r * 9 * -- — ¥- — -& £ r ^ ^t> r r -- F — • t — ^~ JLk 'i 1 — tH — 3 — j- 1 ! ^-J— « i ^ — 3J — -^ J 1 PT-— ^n" St mands thy zeal, And an im - mor - tal crown." cvi — r . — m ~p Ez: 3 — f~ r^ — n J b P 1 1 — -H F 2 * •f1 H ^~~ CALL TO THE MINISTRY. 21 How the sacred song echoed and re-echoed over the fields, in the valley, and was thrown back from the opposite hillsides ! I was almost breathless, while the words "heavenly race" and "immortal crown" seemed to linger the longest. The singer was hidden from me in the trees on the hill. He knew not that his song was reaching, rilling, and blessing me, and this made it all the more powerful. I had checked the canter of my horse, and was walking him along the road, that I might catch every strain and hear every word. The singer was deliberate. He may have been employed in some kind of work, and hence took his time ; so that a full minute elapsed, giving the strains of the first verse full time to die away in the distance before he resumed again. This time it was : "A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way." This time I felt the wonderful strengthening and girding power of the words, and said most fervently, "Lord, it shall be so." Again, after a pause, came another verse, thrown outward by the mellow, solemn voice of the singer: " 'T is God's all animating voice That calls thee from on high; T is His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye." 22 HEART TALKS. O, how the strain and words sank into the soul! The contrast between earth and heaven was so pro- foundly felt. The littleness of the one, and the great- ness and blessedness of the other, seemed to be two facts unquestioned by the glowing heart. As the Negro sang that morning, would that all could have heard him in one of God's natural tem- ples! And yet, as far as I could see, there was but one listener and worshiper beside himself. What a pity not to have heard such a sacred song, with the sides of the valley for sounding-boards, the opaline sky for a ceiling, the floating mist on the hilltops like incense rising from majestic altars, while the silent woods and fragrant canebrakes seemed actually to be drinking the scene and sound in, like the solitary lis- tener ! The singer reached the fourth stanza. How tri- umphantly it rang out ! Not a note or word was lost : " That crown, with peerless glories bright, Which shall new luster boast, When victors' wreaths and monarch's gems Shall blend in common dust." The world looked very little, and its honors and rewards very contemptible, under the words of the last verse. Heaven seemed the only thing worth liv- ing for. The heart was all melted, and the tears dropped fast. CALL TO THE MINISTRY. 23 I had reined in my horse to hear the last strain and word of the hymn which God had sent to me. I also wanted to impress the scene upon my mind, and carry it away with me, a precious mental treasure forever. And I did so. After a little, when the silence reigned unbroken over the fields, and the singer had gone, I touched my horse and galloped swiftly away. I had many miles to go, and much to do that day. I had to tell my employer that God had work for me ; I wanted to see my mother and get her blessing; and then I wanted to reach my own home by sundown, where my wife was waiting to hear what had happened, and what I was going to do. All this was attended to that day with a glad and overflowing heart. The die had been cast. I had crossed my Rubicon. I had turned my back on the old-time life forever, and was now the Lord's. I was His servant and ambassador from this time forth to preach his gospel. But I took that morning picture with me. To this hour I see the dawning day, the outspread misty fields, the motionless woods, the silent, solemn hills, while floating over it all I hear the plaintive song of the unseen Negro singer, whom God sent forth to nerve, encourage, and bless the soul of a young, newly-made preacher. 24 HEART TALKS. May he, with all others in the Christian ministry, be able to join in the last verse of the already quoted song: " Blest Savior, introduced by thee, Have I my race begun; Till, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet I '11 lay my honors down." HI. MY SANCTIFICATION. I ALWAYS believed in the doctrine in a general way, but not in the way particular. That is, I recognized it as being true in our standards and religious biographies; but was not so quick to see it in the life and experience of persons claiming the blessing. I was too loyal a Methodist to deny what my Church taught me to believe; but there must have been beams and motes that kept me from the enjoyment of a perfect vision of my brother. Perhaps I was prejudiced; or I had confounded ignorance and mental infirmity with sin; or, truer still, I was looking on a "hidden life," as the Bible calls it, and, of course, could not but blunder in my judgments and conclusions, even as I had formerly erred as a sinner in my estimation of the converted man. I remember once having been thrown in the com- pany of three ministers who were sanctified men, and their frequent "praise the Lords" was an offense to me. I saw nothing to justify such demonstrativeness. The fact entirely escaped me that a heart could be in such a condition that praise and rejoicing would be as natural as breathing; that the cause of joy rested 25 26 HEART TALKS. not in anything external, but in some fixed inward state or possession; that, therefore, perpetual praise could not only be possible, but natural, and in fact irrepressible. But at that time all this was hidden from me, except in a theoretic way, or as mistily be- held in distant lives of saints who walked with God on earth fifty or a hundred years ago. In my early ministry I was never thrown with a sanctified preacher, nor had I ever heard a sermon on entire sanctification. I beheld the promised life from a Pisgah distance, and came back from the view with a fear and feeling that I should never come into that goodly land. So, when I was being ordained at Conference, it was with considerable choking of voice, and with not a few inward misgivings and qualms of conscience, that I replied to the bishop's questions, that I was "going on to perfection," that I "expected to be made perfect in love in this life," and that I "was groaning after it." Perhaps the bishop himself was disturbed at the questions he asked. Perhaps he thought it was strange for a min- ister of God and father in Israel, whose life was al- most concluded, to be asking a young preacher if he expected to obtain what he himself had never suc- ceeded in getting. Stranger still, if he asked the young prophet if he expected to attain what he really felt was unattainable ! MY SANCTIFICATION. VJ One thing I rejoice in being able to say: That although about that time, while surprised and grieved at the conduct of a man claiming the blessing of sanctification, and although doubts disturbed me then and even afterward, yet I thank God that I have never, in my heart or openly, denied an experience or warred against a doctrine that is the cardinal doctrine of the Methodist Church, and concerning which I solemnly declared to the bishop that I was groaning to obtain. God in his mercy has kept me from this inconsis- tency— this peculiar denial of my Church and my Lord. Let me further add, that in spite of my indis- tinct views of sanctification all along, yet ever and anon during my life I have encountered religious people in whose faces I traced spiritual marks and lines — a divine handwriting not seen on every Chris- tain countenance. There was an indefinable some- thing about them, a gravity and yet sweetness of manner, a containedness and quietness of spirit, a restfulness and unearthliness, a far-awayness about them, that made me feel and know that they had a life and experience that I had not; that they knew God as I did not, and that a secret of the Lord had been given to them which had not been committed to me. These faces and lives, in the absence of sanctified preachers and sermons on the subject, kept my faith in the doctrine, in a great degree I suppose, from ±8 HEART TALKS. utterly perishing. Then there were convictions of my own heart all along in regard to what a minister's life should be. Only a month before my sanctifica- tion, there was impressed upon me suddenly one day such a sense of the holiness and awfulness of the office and work, that my soul fairly sickened under the con- sciousness of its own shortcomings and failures, and was made to cry out to God. Moreover, visions of an unbroken soul-rest, and a constant abiding spirit- ual power, again and again came up before the mind as a condition possible and imperative. A remarkable thing about it is, that these impressions came to one who had enjoyed the peace of God daily for fifteen years. At the Seashore Camp-ground, in 1888, after hav- ing preached at eleven o'clock, the writer came for- ward to the altar as a penitent convicted afresh under his own sermon, that he was not what he should be, nor what God wanted him to be and was able to make him. Many will remember the day and hour, and the outpouring of the Holy Spirit at the time. I see now that my soul was reaching out, even then, not for the hundredth or thousandth blessing (for these I had before obtained), but what is properly called the Second Blessing. I was even then convicted by the Holy Ghost in regard to the presence of inbred sin in a justified heart. SANCTIFICATION. 29 Nearly a year afterward I instituted a series of revival services in Carondelet Street Church, with the Rev. W. W. Hopper as my helper. At all the morn- ing meetings the preacher presented the subject of entire sanctification. It was clearly and powerfully held up as being obtained instantaneously through consecration and faith. Before I received the bless- ing myself, I could not but be struck with the pres- ence and power of the Holy Ghost. While urging the doctrine one morning, the preacher received such a baptism of glory that for minutes he was helpless; and while we were on our knees supplicating for this instantaneous sanctification, the Holy Spirit fell here and there upon individuals in the assembly, and shouts of joy and cries of rapture went up from the kneeling congregation in a way never to be forgotten. The presence of God was felt so overwhelmingly and so remarkably that I could not but reason after this manner: Here is being presented the doctrine of in- stantaneous sanctification by faith. If it were a false doctrine, would God thus manifest himself? Would the Holy Ghost descend with approving power upon a lie? Does he not invariably withdraw his presence from the preacher and people when false doctrine is presented? But here He is manifesting Himself in a most remarkable manner. The meeting or hour that is devoted to this one subject is the most wonderful 30 HEART TALKS. meeting and hour of all. The service fairly drips with unction. Shining faces abound. Christ is seen in every countenance. If entire sanctification obtained instantaneously is a false doctrine, is not the Holy Ghost actually misleading the people by granting His presence and favor, and showering His smiles at the time when this error or false doctrine is up for dis- cussion and exposition? But would the Spirit thus deceive? Irresistibly and with growing certainty I was led to see that the truth was being presented from the pulpit, and that the Holy Ghost, who always honors the truth when preached, was falling upon ser- mon, preacher, and people, because it was the truth. And by the marvelous and frequent display of His presence and power at each and every sanctification meeting He was plainly setting to it the seal of His ap- proval and indorsement, and declaring unmistakably that the doctrine which engrossed us was of heaven, and was true. One morning a visitor — a man whom I admire and love — made a speech against entire sanctification, taking the ground that there was nothing but a per- fect consecration and growth in grace to look for; that there was no second work or blessing to be ex- perienced by the child of God. This was about the spirit and burden of his remarks. At once a chill fell upon the service, that was noticed then and com- SANCTIFICATION. . 31 mented on afterward. The visitor was instantly re- plied to by one who had just received the blessing, and as immediately the presence of God was felt and manifested. And to the proposition made — that all who believed in an instantaneous and entire sanctifi- cation would please arise — at once the whole audi- ence, with the exception of five or six individuals, arose simultaneously. It was during this week that the writer commenced seeking the blessing of sancti- fication. According to direction, he laid everything on the altar — body, soul, reputation, salary, indeed everything. Feeling at the time justified, having peace with God, he could not be said to have laid his sins on the altar ; for, being forgiven at that moment, no sin was in sight. But he did this, however : he laid inbred sin upon the altar ; a something that had troub- led him all the days of his converted life — a some- thing that was felt to be a disturbing element in his Christian experience and life. Who will name this something? It is called variously by the appellations of original sin, depravity, remains of sin, roots of bitterness and unbelief, and by Paul it is termed "the old man;" for, in writing to Christians, he exhorts them to put off "the old man," which was corrupt. Very probably there will be a disagreement about the name while there is perfect recognition of the exist- ence of the thing itself. For lack of a title that will 32 HEART TALKS. please all, I call the dark, disturbing, warring prin- ciple "that something." It gives every converted man certain measures of inward disturbance and trouble. Mind you, I do not say that it compels him to sin, for this "something" can be kept in subjection by the regenerated man. But it always brings dis- turbance, and often leads to sin. It is a something that leads to hasty speeches, quick tempers, feelings of bitterness, doubts, suspicions, harsh judgments, love of praise, and fear of men. At times there is a momentary response to certain temptations that brings, not merely a sense of discomfort, but a tinge and twinge of condemnation. All these may be, and are, in turn, conquered by the regenerated man ; but there is battle and wounds ; and often after the battle a certain uncomfortable feeling within that it was not a perfect victory. It is a something that at times makes devotion a weariness, the Bible to be hastily read instead of devoured, and prayer a formal ap- proach instead of a burning interview with God that closes with reluctance. It makes Church-going at times not to be a delight, is felt to be a foe to secret and spontaneous giving, causes religious experience to be spasmodic, and presents within the soul a constant, abiding, and unbroken rest. Rest there is; but it is not continuous, unchanging, and permanent. It is a something that makes true and noble men of MY SANCTIFICATION. 33 God, when appearing in the columns of a Christian newspaper in controversy, to make a strange mistake, and use gall instead of ink, and write with a sword instead of a pen. It is a something that makes religious assemblies sing with great emphasis and feeling : "Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it." It is an echo that is felt to be left in the heart, in which linger sounds that ought to die away forever. It is a thread or cord-like connection between the soul and the world, although the two have drifted far apart. It is a middle ground, a strange medium, upon which Satan can and does operate, to the inward dis- tress of the child of God, whose heart at the same time is loyal to his Savior, and who feels that if he died even then, he would be saved. Now that something I wanted out of me. What I desired was not the power of self-restraint (that I had already), but a spirit naturally and unconsciously meek. Not so much a power to keep from all sin, but a deadness to sin. I wanted to be able to turn upon sin and the world the eye and ear and heart of a dead man. I wanted perfect love to God and man, and a perfect rest in my soul all the time. This dark "something" that prevented this life, I laid on the altar, and asked God to consume it as by fire. I never asked God once at this time for pardon. That I had 3 34 HEART TALKS. in my soul already. But it was cleansing, sin eradi- cation, I craved. My prayer was for sanctification. After the battle of consecration came the battle of faith. Both precede the perfect victory of sancti- fication. Vain is consecration without faith to secure the blessing. Hence men can be consecrated, and not know the blessing of sanctification. I must be- lieve there is such a work in order to realize the grace. Here were the words of the Lord that proved a foun- dation for my faith: "Every devoted thing is most holy unto the Lord." "The blood of Jesus Christ, his Son, cleanseth us from all sin." Still again : "The altar sanctifieth the gift." In this last quotation is a statement of a great fact. The altar is greater than the gift; and whatsoever is laid upon the altar be- comes sanctified or holy. It is the altar that does the work. The question arises: Who and what is the altar? In Hebrews xiii, 10-12, we are told. Dr. Clarke, in commenting upon the passage, says the altar here mentioned is Jesus Christ. All who have studied attentively the life of our Lord can not but be impressed with the fact that in his wondrous per- son is seen embraced the priest, the lamb, and the altar. He did the whole thing; there was no one to help. As the victim He died, as the priest He offered Himself, and His divine nature was the altar upon which the sacrifice was made. The Savior, then, is MY SANCTIFICATION. 35 the Christian's altar. Upon Him I lay myself. The altar sanctifies the gift. The blood cleanses from all sin, personal and inbred. Can I believe that? Will I believe it? My unbelief is certain to shut me out of the blessing; my belief as certainly shuts me in. The instant we add a perfect faith to a perfect conse- cration, the work is done and the blessing descends. As Paul says, "We which have believed do enter into rest." All this happened to the writer. For nearly three days he lived in a constant state of faith and prayer. He believed God; he believed the work was done before the witness was given. On the morning of the third day — may God help me to tell it as it occurred! — the witness was given. In was about nine o'clock in the morning. That morning had been spent from daylight in meditation and prayer. I was alone in my room in the spirit of prayer, in profound peace and love, and in the full expectancy of faith, when suddenly I felt that the blessing was coming. By some delicate instinct or intuition of soul I recognized the approach and de- scent of the Holy Ghost. My faith arose to meet the blessing. In another minute I was literally prostrated by the power of God. I called out again and again : "O my God ! my God ! and glory to God !" while bil- lows of fire and glory rolled in upon my soul with 36 HEART TALKS. steady, increasing force. The experience was one of fire. I recognized it all the while as the baptism of fire. I felt that I was being consumed. For several minutes I thought I would certainly die. I knew it was sanctification. I knew it as though the name was written across the face of the blessing and upon every wave of glory that rolled in upon my soul. Can not God witness to purity of heart as he does to pardon of sin? Are not his blessings self-inter- preting? He that impresses a man to preach, that moves him unerringly to the selection of texts and subjects, that testifies to a man that he is converted, can he not let a man know when he is sanctified? In answer, read Hebrews x, 14: "For by one offering He hath forever perfected them that are sanctified, whereof the Holy Ghost also is a witness to us." I knew I was sanctified, just as I knew fifteen years before that I was converted. I knew it, not only because of the work itself in my soul, but through the Worker. He, the Holy Ghost, bore witness clearly, unmistakably, and powerfully to his own work; and although years have passed away since that blessed morning, yet the witness of the Holy Spirit to the work is as clear to-day as it was then. IV. CALL TO THE EVANGELISTIC WORK. OOME good people have expressed great skepti- ^ cism in regard to a special call from God to evan- gelize. They can understand a regular call to the ministry, but fail to see and believe in an impression from the Holy Ghost for that particular work. There are several facts which should cause them to give perfect credence to the statements of preach- ers who have been thus impressed, anointed, and separated for the calling and peculiar labor. One fact is the existence of such a spiritual office in the kingdom of Christ. Among the Savior's gifts to the Church, in addition to prophets, apostles, pas- tors, and teachers, Paul mentions the evangelist. The Scripture does not leave us in doubt as to who and what he is; and so, after telling us in Ephesians how he is to "perfect the saints" and "edify the body of Christ," etc., we are shown in another book a vivid, life-size picture of one at work. The portrait is that of Philip, sent here and there, caught away to this place, having a revival in another place, and always filled with the power of the Holy Ghost. The Bible • says about him, that he was an evangelist; the 37 38 HEART TALKS. Scriptural idea of such an office being that of a man constantly on the move for God, and preaching as he goes. Certainly the conclusion is clear, that if there be such a spiritual office and work, there will be a call to that effect from the Holy Ghost. Our bishops ought not to be surprised at such a call when, being preachers already, they state that they were moved by the Holy Spirit to take upon them the office and work of a bishop in the Church of God; a work and office decidedly different in many respects from that of a pastor. From compara- tive obscurity he springs into prominence; from a small salary he is advanced to a large one; from a small local influence to lifetime power; from being ruled to ruling others. This is a great change; yet they say, before a large crowd of listening preachers and laymen, that they have been moved by the Holy Ghost to take upon them this office. It certainly appears to the writer that when an evangelist arises, and says that, as a preacher, the call of God has come to him to enter upon a work which means increased labor, uncertain income, and often- times lifetime reproach, our bishops ought to be the last to doubt him. If the two calls of bishop and evangelist are brought under the searching light of the Gospel, which seems to be the most spiritual and CALL TO THE EVANGELISTIC WORK. 39 heavenly, and which life looks most like that of the Man of Nazareth and Galilee? Again, our missionaries ought not to be surprised. They were preachers, and yet upon them, as such, came the call to cross the sea and labor with the heathen. Not every minister of the gospel has this call. In addition they feel impressed to go to certain coun- tries. One man is convinced he must labor in Africa, another in Japan, a third in China, a fourth in Alaska, and so on through the list. He who calls them to be missionaries knows their mental and physical fitness for certain parts of the world, and whispers India, Egypt, or some island of the sea. Is it not strange that the Church, with these facts about the bishops and missionaries before them, should wonder at the special call of God to some of his servants to evangelize. There are other facts which, if mentioned, would be seen to make an unanswerable argument for the necessity of the work of a true evangelist in the Church. But the scope and design of this chapter will not allow me to bring them forward. Some of them the reader will not have much difficulty in guessing. They all confirm the fact of a distinct divine call to the evangelistic work. It may be a call for life, or for a shorter period. Nevertheless it 40 HEART TALKS. comes, has come, and will continue to come to certain ones of the servants of God. It came to me. It may be removed, but as yet is upon me. Moreover, I did not want to be an evangelist. When it was first suggested to me by a friend in the beginning of the year 1891, the thought filled me with great pain. I was perfectly satisfied with my work as a pastor. Have always been happy in it, and successful as well. Wedded as I was to the life, to the duties as well as pleasures of the pastorate, the reader can see it would take a good deal to get me out of it. The first voice in this direction was an impression which came vividly to me one day, that I would yet be one. This was in the early part of 1893. A second time, weeks afterward, it came upon me while looking on my congregation at First Church, which body of people I most deeply loved. The im- pression was as clear to the mind as print to the eye, "You must leave them and go out for Me." A third time it came, while I was on my face in the altar of my church, surrounded by a line of peni- tents and seekers after pardon and holiness. The whisper came to me, "You must be an evangelist." As the word evangelist was impressed upon my mind this time, a most heavenly sweetness filled my soul, and a peace so deep and exquisite came upon me, that I felt my heart would fairly melt within me. I wept CALL TO THE EVANGELISTIC WORK. 4! silently on my face before the Lord, and whispered back, "I will go, Lord." At this time God was pleased to send me a double confirmation of the call. One was in the general con- viction of the people that I ought to be and would be an evangelist. This corresponds with what takes place when a man is called to preach the gospel; others are impressed at the same time that he should do so. The other confirmation consisted in numerous "calls" from every direction for evangelistic help in meetings. The doors already began to open. One day, under an unusually deep impression that I must enter upon such a life, I spoke out suddenly to a member of my family, and said, "I believe God is going to swing me from Massachusetts to California." How well this has been fulfilled is well-known to thousands of people in the land. After this, on a certain occasion when I had per- mitted myself to look at the toil, hardship, and un- certain support of the calling, the long absences from home it would entail, and other disagreeable features that can readily be conjectured, God visited me in another way. The mind of the Spirit was made known to me in a very different and painful manner. An impression vivid as lightning was shot through me, that was as quickly comprehended as though it 42 HEART TALKS. had been language. It was to this effect : "If you do not go, I will lock up the Bible to you." I can never forget the shocked and distressed feel- ing of that moment. I was perfectly conscious that God was speaking to me through his Spirit, and that if I did not yield and go, the peculiar judgment mentioned above would be visited upon me, and I, who had been unfolding the Bible and preaching four times a week with most delightful ease to my people, would find the sacred volume in my hands locked and sealed. Still later than this, while in the church one day during service, I had an open-eyed, waking vis- ion of a broad landscape filled with church spires, and from whose belfries came the sound of ringing bells. I saw men standing before these buildings, looking toward and beckoning to me. The very bells seemed to call me. My soul was both melted and aroused at the sight, and I do not remember to have doubted or resisted the evangelistic call again. I made my preparations to leave the pastorate, writing to the bishop of our Conference concerning my intention, and telling him that while I greatly re- gretted to locate, yet as I was not sick or disabled, I did not see how I could conscientiously ask for a supernumerary relation, and in order to do the right and honest thing I would request a location. CALL TO THE EVANGELISTIC WORK. 43 This step is a grave one to a Methodist preacher. It meant with me the severing of relations that had been tender and beautiful for eighteen years. It meant the cutting off from my family, in case of my breaking down or death, a certain annual income paid by the Conference to certain claimants. Eigh- teen laborious years spent in the itinerancy had given me a good right and title to such a fund; but I cut myself and family off from this financial help, as by a single stroke, through my location. The day I stood up at Conference to ask that I might be located, my heart melted, my voice nearly broke down, and eyes overflowed with the genuine sorrow which I felt. I told the Conference in my farewell remarks, that "I loved the Methodist Church, her doctrines, experiences, bishops, preachers, and people; that I always expected to entertain this love; that a Methodist preacher had baptized me, another had taken me into the Church, a third had married me ; that Methodist preachers had baptized and buried my wife and children, and, please God, they should bury me." The scene will be recalled by many as a tearful time. Some one started a hymn, a number of the brethren came forward and threw their arms around me, and tears were flowing fast all around, when the gavel of the bishop fell with a sharp rap, and I, at 44 HEART TALKS. my own request, was located in order to become an evangelist. I know that it was, and is still, a grave step. As an evangelist I have no bishop or presiding elder to look after my family in my absence, or in case of dis- tress and want. In the event of my own personal sickness or exhaustion from the work, I have no salary to live on like a pastor until I get well. I have no Board of Stewards to provide for me, or send me away to some distant place to recuperate and recover, while at the same time the family in my absence is looked after and provided for as though its head were present, engaged in faithful pulpit and pastoral work. All this is lost in becoming an evangelist. Moreover, I knew it when I located. What a step it was! It helped me to understand better than ever before the Scriptural account of Peter leaping out on the waves to walk to Jesus, and of Abraham going forth at the command of God into strange countries, not knowing whither he went. Here I was with a large family, with heavy monthly expenses to meet, with no bank account, and no Offi- cial Board back of me, and yet called to swing out over the land to teach and defend a lost, forgotten, and despised doctrine and experience, with countless battles to fight, ecclesiastical opposition in high places CALL TO THE EVANGELISTIC WORK. 45 to meet, and the evil forces of two worlds against me. I was to leap out on the waves, and go out at the command of the Lord, not knowing whither I went. So my new appointment was the United States Circuit. The Savior was my Bishop, the Archangel Gabriel my Presiding Elder; and the angels, ravens, and widow women through the land were my Board of Stewards. I am still living, traveling, preaching, and rejoic- ing, while God continues to answer by fire ; and wher- ever I go sinners are saved, backsliders reclaimed, and believers are wholly sanctified to God. For almost six years I have been preaching a free and full salvation all over our broad land ; the first to the sinner, the second to the believer. I have held meetings in nearly every State in the Union, beside the Dominion of Canada. I have witnessed in that time fully fifteen thousand souls converted, re- claimed, and sanctified. My absences from home range from two to seven months at a time. Tight places and trying hours have been many. The body has often been almost exhausted, and the heart at times lonely in a human sense. But the constant smile and presence of Christ has cheered, His hand and voice has called me on to new fields, and as I have joyfully sprung forward to do His will and pro- 46 HEART TALKS. claim a full gospel, He has, without a single exception, on thousands of battle-fields stood by me, and given me the victory. What matter if devils rage, and human opposition be felt. As I preach the Spirit answers to the Blood, the fire falls upon the Word, sinnners are saved, Christians are sanctified, Christ is uplifted and glori- fied, and my own soul is thrilled, and blessed, and satisfied. Hallelujah ! V. REVIVALS. SOME people have regarded a protracted meeting and a revival as synonymous. But they are far from being the same. The one is a means, and the other should be the end in view. The protracted meeting is inaugurated in order to obtain a revival. But many times the protracted services conclude as they began, without a sign of a genuine, scriptural, Holy Ghost revival. There are preachers who were once famous for their success in this regard, but who in later life seem to have lost all their former power. There are Churches which were once noted as centers of salva- tion, that afterward entered upon a period of decline and spiritual lifelessness, reminding one of the Bible description, "Thrice dead and plucked up by the roots." The change in individuals and churches in this regard is painfully evident to all spiritual ob- servers. A revival on the divine side is the undoubted manifestation of the presence of God, the outpouring of the Holy Ghost and actual conscious arrival of Christ in the midst of the congregation. On the 47 48 HEART TALKS. human side it is seen in the conversion of sinners, reclamation of backsliders, sanctification of believers, great joyfulness and activity upon the part of the Church, and deep and solemn conviction in the entire community. This state of things is brought about by the faith- ful preaching of the Word and the humble, prayerful waiting upon God of the people. If the protracted meeting lacks these features, the pulpit being with- out unction, and the pew failing in humility, obedi- ence, supplication, and persistent seeking after God, the services end in utter failure. There is no descent of the Spirit, no quickening of dead hearts, no glad- ness and freedom, no rout and defeat of sin, no salva- tion, no anything that is desirable and blessed in the spiritual life. A genuine revival is unmistakable. It is not only seen, but felt. There was no need to post bills and placards on the walls and fences, stating that the Holy Ghost had fallen upon the disciples in the Upper Room. Some kind of indescribable telegraphy flashed the news everywhere. It is a wireless telegraphy, but none the less certain. As soon as Samaria re- ceives the Word of God, it seems to be known in Jerusalem. When any Church receives the Holy Ghost, it would be easier to hide a city on a hill with its twinkling lights than this fact. REVIVALS. 49 In one of Dr. Finney's revivals, a man was com- ing in from the country to the town where the work of grace was going on, and when he was still a mile away suddenly felt such a spiritual atmosphere that he was completely melted, and came into the place all hushed and subdued. God had drawn a line of holy grace and power all around the town, and it came to pass that when a man passed it, he was shot through with a dart. A revival brings with it such a spirit of song, praise, and gladness, such responsiveness in worship, such warmth and power in prayer, such a tender glow through all the service, such waves of joy and glory, that it can not be mistaken. There is no straggling to the meeting. People come in a hurry, and early, and stay late. In one of my meetings in a Western State, the congregation packed the house one hour before the time of regular evening service, which was 7.30. We were compelled to move the hour of worship up to 6.30. The crowd then filled the building at six o'clock. It was amusing to see the sexton ringing the first and second bell, when the audience had al- ready crowded the house. The writer asked him with a smile why he rang the bell when the congregation had jammed the building before the first belfry sum- mons ; was it to let the public know that there was no 4 50 HEART TALKS. more room in the house? He failed to understand the little piece of harmless satire, and rang on just the same for five minutes at a time, in obedience, we sup- pose, to the law of habit, while the people smiled all around at the needless wasted energy of an ecclesias- tical machine or automaton. The revival can come gradually, as the light creeps up over the hills in the east, or suddenly, like a cloud- burst. In the first instance there is seen a growing seriousness on the part of the people, a quiet, general melting, and almost before one knows it, the gospel tide is in, and the Church beach is covered with the warm, sunlit waves of salvation. In the second in- stance, there has been faithful preaching for days, a steady holding on to God by faith and prayer, when on the fourth, fifth, eighth, tenth, or thirteenth day, as the place was more or less difficult, there is a sudden falling of the Spirit upon the people, followed in- stantly by a melting down, breaking up, and rejoicing time that would defy all description. These sudden downfalls of the Holy Ghost would read in print as follows: "The revival broke out at eleven or twelve o'clock on such a morning, or eight or nine o'clock on a certain evening ;" the point being that all knew when the "Power came down," the Holy Ghost fell on the audience, or the revival really began. These instantaneous downpourings of the Holy REVIVALS. 51 Spirit have established a remarkable similarity in my mind to certain natural phenomena. As I have wit- nessed oftentimes in my meetings the hours of prayer- ful, anxious expectancy of the divine arrival, followed in a single second with the sudden overpowering de- scent of the Holy Ghost, and that succeeded by a steady outpouring on human hearts and lives, of streams and floods of grace and glory, I have been invariably made to think of a sudden flash of light- ning, the sharp, cracklike report of a peal of thunder, and then the steady downpour of a tremendous rain. I remember it is the same God who does both, and so the likeness should not be so astonishing after all. These are the revivals the writer prefers to see. It is a kind of Noah's Deluge that sweeps skeptics off their feet, chokes their utterances, drives sinners and backsliders to the trees and hills, while the Ark of Salvation, with a full passenger list and cargo, sweeps victoriously over everything, and that in full view of everybody. No one needs to be told that a revival is going on. Everybody knows it! Its gladsome and yet solemn presence is being felt everywhere in the community. God has granted the writer the privilege of witnessing many of this order, and he has an impression that he is destined to see many more before his work is ended. On a certain morning in a Southern city, we were 52 HEART TALKS. standing facing an audience that had been faithfully preached to for four or five days. God had been, and was working still in hearts, but there was no unusual manifestation of his presence. A hitch or clog was felt to be somewhere. What was it, and where was it? Suddenly a young lady arose, ?nd confessed to anger, estrangement, and separation from her mother, both parties being members of the Church. With tears dripping down her cheeks, she begged her for- giveness, as she sat on the opposite side of the build- ^ ing. They met midway in the church and were locked • in each other's arms, while handkerchiefs were busy in the congregation, though scarcely a sound was to be heard except the low sobs of the mother and daughter referred to above. In the midst of the quiet, subdued feeling, a gen- /'tleman walked down the aisle, and, stopping before a fellow-member of the Church, requested his pardon for some act of the past. In an instant the two men were in each other's arms. Two ladies next arose in different parts of the house, and asked the pastor to forgive them for having talked about him. Both burst into tears as they made the request, and he, with full eyes himself, went to them and gave them his hand with a fervent "God bless you." Next followed two humble confessions from two of the brethren, and two most touching reconciliations, when suddenly, like a REVIVALS. 53 flash of lightning, the Holy Ghost fell upon the audi- ence, and there followed a scene I shall never be able / to forget, of men and women prostrated under the power of God, some helpless on the floor, some weep- ing convulsively with faces buried in their hands, some! on their feet, laughing, shouting, and clapping their \ hands, and every soul melted, fired, or filled with the \ Spirit of God. We recall a second meeting, where we had reached the fifth day without any notable break. There had been a few souls brought into the light; but the "power" had not come down. One morning, while preaching, the fire fell, the wine of Pentecost arrived, and the congregation looked like drunken people. A man leaped to his feet, crying out in tones that thrilled every heart, "Jesus has come ! Jesus has come !" The aisles were filled with laughing, weeping, shouting Christians, a number of them walking or running up and down, clapping their hands and praising God. Sinners were struck down on all sides as if by invisible bolts. Under a single word or touch of the hand of the Spirit-filled Christians, the men slipped from their seats on the floor, or fell down wherever they were. God's people were busy all over the house, talking to and praying with the penitents and seekers ; while the shouts of the saved, the cries and wails for mercy, and the hallelujahs of the workers made a combina- 54 HEART TALKS. tion of sounds astonishing to that town, fearful to hell and its hosts, and all beautiful and delightful to angels and the redeemed of heaven. About twenty-five souls were converted and sanctified at this single service. A third remarkable revival broke out on the thir- teenth day of a meeting I was holding in a city in California. There had been a number of souls saved and sanctified ; but what I called the "break" had not come. One Sunday afternoon I was preaching in Peniel Hall to an audience that packed both floor and galleries. The subject was the Baptism of the Holy Ghost, received after the birth of the Spirit, a second work of grace. I was concluding the sermon, while a deep, sweet realization of the presence of God was on my heart and that of others, when suddenly that indescribable flash! crack! and heavenly downpour took place. In other words, the Holy Ghost fell upon scores, if not hundreds, at the same moment. Many will remember the amazing scene. W6 do not ques- tion that a couple of hundred people were all shouting and praising God at the same time. We saw fully fifty people in the gallery standing on their feet, wav- ing their hands and crying, "Glory! Glory to God!" Down on the lower floor the scene was even more wonderful. Numbers rushed to the altar without bid- ding, a man fell flat on his face in the main aisle, a woman leaped on the platform and began exhorting, REVIVALS. 55 while in the midst of shining faces, clapping hands, liberated tongues, singing, shouting, mingled with wails for mercy and cries of victory — salvation free 'r and full flowed like a torrent. "O Lord, send the power just now, O Lord, send the power just now, O I